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She wrinkled her nose at her brothers comment. Alright, so perhaps she didn’t really know what she was doing, though it wasn’t like she had actually considered going far enough to get lost. She’d just wondered along for a while, some of the group still visible if she turned to look behind. “You could always come with me,” she drew out with a small smile and a shrug. It wasn’t an offer she really expected him to take but it was a genuine one none the less. Sure the two weren’t close but that didn’t mean she didn’t want them to be or that even if she wouldn’t admit to needing to feel better she did when he was around. “I know know what I’m doing. I’m going to look and see if there’s anything around here we can use, or if anything from the plane’s turned up. I miss my notepad.”

Roman cringed when she said he could come along. "I could." He clearly didn't want to. Though... what was his other option? Go back and do nothing over with the rest of the group. Or... walk around with his sister. Neither of them were that interesting. But he perked up a little and looked over at the beach wondering if any of his stuff had washed up either. "Yeah." Suddenly he was standing, obviously having decided that was what they were going to do and nodded. "Yeah. Lets walk along the beach and see if anything has turned up." It wasn't totally stupid to hope it had, was it? He didn't think so. "Not that any paper will have kept very well in the water. But you should ask that Allison girl. She seemed to have a few books and stuff you might want to check out."

The harsh sound of another language and the following words of anger joisted Justin awake, causing him to sit up abruptly and hit his head on the top of his shelter. It shook and for a moment, he was worried it was going to fall. Eyes wide, he held his hands out to catch it just in case before letting out a sigh of relief when it decided that today would not be the day it felt. Crawling out of it, Justin groaned as the sun hit his eyes. For a long moment, he debated and moving back into his little shelter and falling asleep until help arrived. Or he was dead, whichever happened first. But, he knew that really wasn’t a choice and instead stood up, grabbing his shirt and slipping it over his head. He’d opted to sleep shirtless most nights, preferring not to wake up drenched sweat.

Roman had leaned his head forward against his knees brought up to his chest and let his eyes close. Almost asleep again -- almost and then not. Which was probably good because a moment later he heard a voice greeting him. Lifting his head he nodded at the other man in his own greeting, though looked less cheerful. Not in an anti-social way, in a tired way. 

Her grip on the bit of tree loosened slightly as the movement of the person heading towards Polina was far too smooth to be anything other then human and on recognising her brother her hands dropped down to her side. “извините, brother. I thought you were still back with them”

He watched his sister as she spoke and a skeptical sort of smile crossed his face. "And you know what you're doing?" Maybe it was because she was his little sister, maybe it was because he didn't really know her as anything other than his little sister up until last year, and it wasn't as if they had become that close or anything. But he had a hard time imagining she'd be able to handle herself -- all by herself. Not that he had room to talk. "So, you're running off to go exploring then?" Roman asked arching an eyebrow before turning to look away from Polina. Someone did need to do it... he had been completely willing to let someone else do it though. Anyone other than him. But he was thinking he'd amend that to 'anyone other than him or his sister' now.

The quiet was unnerving as Polina looked around. She still hadn’t gotten used to the lack of city noise. The mumbles of conversation from the group in the distance or the constant background noise of the sea where both foreign to her without the overlay of planes or car horns. Both sounds slowly drowned out with the ruffle of footsteps getting closer over cracking leaves.  ”If there’s something you wanted you could just say,” she called out to the sound approaching from a gap between the trips. Instinctively taking a step back she lent down to pick up a large bit of tree trunk from the ground, turning back once more to face the noise.

He was so bored. Nature and the outdoors had never exactly been Roman's thing and he was starting to think this was because there was nothing to do. He didn't say this outloud though as he broke off from the main group to find something to do. He as pretty sure no one would be very interested in hearing how bored he was while there were zombies ambling about killing people. As he walked he spotted a famillar blonde head of hair through the trees and walked towards his sister, while she got ready to attack whatever was coming at her.

"Huh…"

With a heavy splash, the suitcase fell into the ocean, the sound catching her gaze. One less thing the both of them had to worry about. That is, if the thing managed to sink and not find it’s way back onto shore. Laughing lightly, Alanna shook her head, slowing her pace just the slightest to allow him to catch up, looking down at the sand briefly below, kicking lightly at a rock in her path. “Figures, big shot lawyer.” At the mention of go sees and America’s Next Top Model, Alanna found herself rolling her eyes. “Please, no one in the industry takes that show seriously and Tyra Banks will remain the butt of the industry. Reality television is so far from reality, it’s ridiculous.” There was little to nothing she herself really related to with the show, as a model herself. Glancing up towards Roman, she quirked an eyebrow slightly. “Didn’t take you as an America’s Next Top Model guy.” 

He gave a shrug and smiled over at Alanna. "I have a younger sister. Besides, like I've said I've dated models before. Got to find them somewhere." Roman was mostly joking, of course. Though the expression on his face probably made it hard to tell. He watched as Alanna marked up the rock and gave an approving nod then -- "Oh, so I'm digging. Make me do all the hard work. First I have to break open the case. Now I have to dig. Why not just make me carry you around like the princess you are while you're at it."

"It saddens me that you think I’d be awkward." 

"As long as you don't complicate things."

"I gotta say, that’d be entertaining to watch. You struggling with words—mm, I would love it.”

"Yeah? Would you like to witness it first hand?"

"A bit slow there, aren’cha?"

"Hey, I've never been one for awkward morning afters. And who knows how long we're going to be stuck here."

"Nope, never had the pleasure of going to sin city. This was supposed to be the first vacation I had in years. Some luck, huh?"

"God. That's one of the most unfortunate things I've heard. But hey, you can just look at this as a nice island beach getaway you don't have to pay for."

"We’ll have to see about that."

"I'm a very charming person, Foster. Probably all of them. If you mean how many have I made a move on, none of them."

"Exactly, a mutual spot we both will have access to that at the same time, won’t draw anyone else’s attention." Alanna added with a slight nod of her head. The last thing she wanted to do was put her life in another person’s hands. Alanna had learned long ago that if there was one person you could truly depend on, it was yourself. But, in a situation like this, there was strength in numbers. It would be borderline suicide for her to go rogue now. Arms still crossed tightly around her chest, hazel colored eyes glanced down the length of the beach. "You’re right, we could bury that too, just in case, or toss it. Your call." Gaze returning back to the man, a light grin tugged at her lips before with a bit of a smirk, she turned left, beginning to walk, expecting Roman to follow behind. 

Roman looked down at the case in his hand then out at the ocean, high tide wasn't for a good five or so hours so tossing it out now would probably mean it wouldn't just show back up on the shore. That was if it didn't sink in the first place. "Alright." He said walking a few feet away from her before throwing the case as far as he could -- which was pretty far -- into the ocean. When he turned back around he noticed Alanna already walking away which he followed after running a few steps until he was close enough behind her that he could catch up by walking.